#lakepoets
February Morning!
How gracefully you in your nostalgic attire trigger memories
and this profound understanding;
The rushing energies before school
How I wish I could go back and take hold,
Of those hours of pure fantasies that wasn't disturbed
by the thought of my parents getting old;
February Morning!
Maybe your fragrance wouldn't have hit me so hard,
If I wasn't preparing towards a seemingly fresh start
in the lands of the lake poets;
And I now wonder,
Intimidated by your Swift withering,
how life has hypnotized me into singing
words of worth
for the synthetic and tangible shimmering;
I feel you've woken me up from an hazy conscious;
Next year,
If I'm to feel your caressing light again,
It mightn't be from my beauteous and evergreen nest;
Maybe you'll come in a different costume,
bearing a distinct scent
That I'll both adore and hate;
Maybe because
your wind will then carry a cold solitude
and I'll terribly miss my brother and our silly disputes;
while the chaotic kitchen clangs would seem so distant
comparing to the silent heaves of crocuses in outside gardens;
February Morning!
I know if I get to know you there,
My heavy hours in library won't stop me from reminiscing;
Maybe,
Nostalgia would strike me more violently
but this time
accompanying a yearning that'll pierce my heart silently;
Feb 12, 2022
Feb 12, 2022 at 1:13 AM UTC